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I went to a party tonight for the debut of a new show on the local PBS station. It's a Seattle edition of, "Check, Please". (Chicago people know all about that show. It is notable because a state Senator by the name of Barack Obama appeared on the show back in the day.) The basic premise is three people (all kinds) will come on and each person will suggest a restaurant and then everyone will go and eat there and then come back and discuss what they liked and didn't like about the places. (it is hosted by a lovely person who has written some good books) The debut episode had a nice mix of folk and opinions. If you are in the western washington area -do watch.
As for the party. Well. It was at the Space Needle. I KNOW. The food wasn't too bad. Some of it was very good. They had a space noodle macaroni and cheese which was amusing. The noodles were shaped like the space needle and it also had crab. You can never go wrong with crab. (they also had crab cakes.) There were the tiny Olympia oysters, seared ahi tuna sliders (too much bread to filling ratio but still tasty. Plus it was free. Ain't gonna bitch about free.) and these mocha short ribs. (or as we referred to them: meat brownies) There was also nettle soup. I remarked to a friend, "yes, my husband's Grandma ate that during the war." It looked very pretty and Spring-like.
There were a lot of Seattle foodie people there. Bloggers, twitterers, chefs, cookbook writers, rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers, and Methodists! And they all instagrammed the shit out of it. Oh the gossip I heard. Ooooooooooh the tweets I read when they judged the shit out of things. It was something else.
I ate my weight in fudge, considered stealing some of the decor, took pictures and talked about visits to Claimjumper during the dotcom boom. (all that new money and they wanted giant burgers and leftovers wrapped up in the shape of swans) Plus we admire the view a lot. Yes I even experienced free valet parking. It was lush.
Oh that? just the view.
Whiskey and soda with herbs and what not. Pretty refreshing. I could have had a few but I was driving. And I wanted save room for more food.
As for the party. Well. It was at the Space Needle. I KNOW. The food wasn't too bad. Some of it was very good. They had a space noodle macaroni and cheese which was amusing. The noodles were shaped like the space needle and it also had crab. You can never go wrong with crab. (they also had crab cakes.) There were the tiny Olympia oysters, seared ahi tuna sliders (too much bread to filling ratio but still tasty. Plus it was free. Ain't gonna bitch about free.) and these mocha short ribs. (or as we referred to them: meat brownies) There was also nettle soup. I remarked to a friend, "yes, my husband's Grandma ate that during the war." It looked very pretty and Spring-like.
There were a lot of Seattle foodie people there. Bloggers, twitterers, chefs, cookbook writers, rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers, and Methodists! And they all instagrammed the shit out of it. Oh the gossip I heard. Ooooooooooh the tweets I read when they judged the shit out of things. It was something else.
I ate my weight in fudge, considered stealing some of the decor, took pictures and talked about visits to Claimjumper during the dotcom boom. (all that new money and they wanted giant burgers and leftovers wrapped up in the shape of swans) Plus we admire the view a lot. Yes I even experienced free valet parking. It was lush.
Oh that? just the view.
Whiskey and soda with herbs and what not. Pretty refreshing. I could have had a few but I was driving. And I wanted save room for more food.
